The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Lin Du's appearance did not alleviate the pressure on the group. The aggressiveness of the high-level demons and the appeal of the Mother Tree left them unable to spare any attention. Under the attack of the tentacles that rose from the ground and devoured the sun and moon, even the most carefree people began to become disheveled.

Under the relentless attacks of the demons, the cultivators could only dodge or draw their swords to defend themselves, both of which consumed a great deal of spiritual energy.

Lin Du didn't even have time to joke around with her senior brothers. She and Pei Qin were both fourth-level Marquises, one at the initial stage and the other at the peak, so the difference in their combat power was obvious, not to mention her two senior brothers who were fifth and sixth-level Marquises.

Of the four, only Lin Du focused on dodging, but he was exhausted and didn't even have a chance to speak.

She took a deep breath, but she was still a little short of spiritual energy reserves.

A squishy mage head-on confronting a walking crystal, and with one hit, dozens of minions are knocked out. The feeling is...

The few people focused on attacking the mother tree were too busy to help themselves, and the cultivators below were in even more dire straits.

Apart from the disciples of the Supreme Sect, whose numbers couldn't even be counted on two hands, other major sects and families sent nearly a hundred disciples each, with some sending as few as twenty or thirty.

After the first wave of demonic tide ended, Zhongzhou suffered some casualties, but it was still manageable. However, the second wave of demons was not only more numerous, but also more ferocious.

The second wave of five or six hundred cultivators fought bloody battles amidst a surging tide of tens of thousands of demons, but it was like Jingwei trying to fill the sea, Yu Gong trying to move mountains, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly pathetic.

The sword formation formed by the Guiyuan Sect was also broken up. Those figures of the same color who should have gathered together were now like being stuck in a swamp. Their white and gold disciple robes were mixed with muddy demon blood and their own blood, making the originally light gauze robes heavy and droopy.

The immortal spirits fell into filth and could not be reborn. They spent their lives cultivating the Tao and doing good deeds, but they were all crushed into mud. In the endless blood-red darkness, the light was constantly being swallowed up.

Daylight has arrived, but the blood moon still shines.

Everyone was breathing heavily. The cold, fishy smell they inhaled through their masks felt scalding hot once it entered their lungs, leaving them unable to retreat or advance.

Under the dominion of the Mother Tree, the demon grew increasingly frenzied and violent, desperately trying to advance and crush all obstacles in its path.

The demons were endless, their frenzied roars filled the ears, and the cold air rising from the ground mixed with flesh and blood, being trampled repeatedly. The sound of mud being kicked up with each step could even be heard.

Those who are trapped in a horde of demons have no trace of their companions and are fighting alone, which puts their mental fortitude to the test.

The occasional cry of a dying companion only deepened the sense of unease in one's heart.

When faced with this ferocious behemoth, people may doubt that the so-called leader of all beings is nothing but a fallacy, how insignificant and hopeless it is.

Despair spread through the hearts of the monks, and their weapons grew heavier and heavier.

"Is anyone up ahead?! Take off! Don't let me shovel you!"

An arrogant young man's voice pierced the cultivator's ears. His body reacted before his brain could process it. Using the little spiritual power he had left, he leaped into the air and tried his best to fly upwards.

Some low-level demons can fly, but in order to clear obstacles in their path, most of them land on the ground and move forward like a road roller or even a bulldozer.

The cultivator soared into the air, and in the next instant, a huge Vajra puppet rampaged through the black clouds, smashing them to pieces and leaving the cultivators in a daze.

The red-clad youth revealed half of his unrestrained eyes and brows from the back of the enormous Vajra puppet, and casually pulled the exhausted cultivator aside. "Are you alright? Want to rest inside my Devouring Frog's belly?"

The cultivator didn't hear clearly, "What frog? What belly?"

Yuan Ye grinned, maneuvering his mechanical puppet to deal with the equally enormous and bizarrely shaped demons. "Look behind you!"

The cultivator turned around and saw a tortoise-shell-shaped mechanical puppet, slightly larger than the demon, leap high into the air. Then, its mouth opened, and several heads emerged from what should have been its throat. It even waved, "Fellow Daoist! Are you injured? Is your spiritual energy depleted? Come in and rest for a while! I'm ready!! I'll be right out!"

Cultivator: ...Aww, man-eating frog.

The demons swarmed in, some leaping up to try and drag the cultivators down from the air. The cultivators already had very little spiritual energy left, and were now almost helpless against this mid-level demon.

In his despair, he faintly heard the tinkling of a copper bell, followed by a whip with extremely bright spiritual light that swept over and wrapped around the cultivator's waist. Without saying a word, it threw him directly into the mouth of the Devouring Frog.

Before entering, the cultivator turned back and saw a soft sword wrapped in crimson fire devour the demon. Two figures, one wielding a long whip and the other a soft sword, appeared around the demon. It was a cold moon, yet a spring breeze seemed to arrive.

The Devouring Frog immediately shut its mouth, tilted its head back, and swallowed the person whole into its body, beginning to act as a heartless stone among the demons.

The cultivator, still shaken, asked, "What was that just now?"

"They're fellow Daoists from the Supreme Sect. The one in red is Yuan Ye, and the one wielding the long whip is Fellow Daoist Ni, who is also the junior sister of Mo Lin, the master of the Hidden Edge Sword!" someone exclaimed. "There are just too many evil spirits. Everyone gets tired sometimes, but we can't go back anymore."

Another person said, "It's good that they're here. We have a place to rest for now. Do you need spirit stones, fellow Daoist? I have some here. In these special times, we can only use spirit stones to replenish our spiritual energy."

"It's alright, I have it, thank you." The cultivator hurriedly took out spirit stones to quickly replenish his spiritual power. "I'll hurry out as soon as I'm recovered, there are still many people who are probably exhausted."

"How come the fellow Daoists of the Supreme Sect never get tired?" the man remarked.

"I've rested enough and will be leaving now, fellow Daoists." One of them cupped his hands in greeting, his brows and eyes resolute under the dim light of the glass lamp. "It is my great honor to fight alongside you all. Take care."

"Take care!" The uncertainty and despair in the cultivator's heart were completely dispelled, leaving only determination.

"I'll go with you!" The other person stood up as well.

This is not a sea of ​​blood and hell, but a place where they prove their path. Since there are like-minded people here, what is there to fear?

"This can't go on." The group of people who were originally just in charge of logistics on the city wall watched the approaching demonic tide with growing anxiety. "What should we do?"

The people from the Jishi Sect were busy inside. "That's about it. I estimate that's all. We need to send someone down to see if they can calm the demon down temporarily, even if it's just for a short time."

The group looked at each other, realizing that even the most formidable sects, Guiyuan Sect and Wushang Sect, had been swallowed up by the demonic tide and were almost indistinguishable from each other, let alone this group of medical cultivators who were not skilled in combat.

"It wouldn't be surprising if we were swallowed alive shortly after we went down there."

"Originally, those of us with higher cultivation levels had already been stationed outside the city to rescue people, but most of the remaining disciples do not have that level of cultivation."

Du Shao frowned, picked up the hastily prepared medicinal powder, and exclaimed, "Oh my god!"

"Senior Sister Du! You've always specialized in medicine, yet you haven't achieved Core Formation!"

Du Shao took a deep breath, her eyes serious. "Medical practitioners are here to save lives. I'll go."

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; for a moment, no one spoke.

"No need for that!" A female voice rang out from outside. The disciples of the Jishi Sect looked up and saw that it was the senior sister of the Tongtian Sect who had come to provide backup supplies.

Sheng Yan stood outside the door, holding a spatula, and said crisply, "I was just passing by and had no intention of offending you. But my fried rice skills are very high, and I can take care of sprinkling the powder evenly, so don't worry."

Ji Shizong: ...It's a bit strange, but it makes some sense.

Just then, a faint commotion was heard from within the city, followed by the sound of gongs.

Sheng Yan's brow furrowed. "Oh no! There's a demon in the city!"